Zinat Abdullah

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Paradise Lost” by Zinat Abdullah

Submitted to Contest #248

In the heart of the South Pacific, where cerulean waters stretched to infinity and palm trees whispered secrets to the wind, lay a hidden heaven. Its name was whispered only by those who had glimpsed its shores—a name that held the promise of eternal bliss: Eden Isle. The island was a symphony of colour. Azure skies melted into turquoise seas, and golden sands cradled the feet of wanderers. The air smelled of salt and hibiscus, and the sun painted freckles on the skin of those who dared to linger. Birds with iridescent plumage danced through...

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“A Serpentine Shadow ” by Zinat Abdullah

Submitted to Contest #246

Hollowbrook. Hollowbrook - not a name for a person, or an object, rather, it stood for the ramshackle suburb which had a dark brook running through it, the water now dyed black. Why it was black, Evelyn never knew. It could have been the presence of brachiopods - their blood leeching into the once-clear water. Maybe the blood of Nuckelavee, washed down from somewhere upstream, from where no one knew. Or, it could be the bones of Trolls, crumbled to dust by the suburb’s ancestors as they declared that troll bones had medicin...

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“Triumph” by Zinat Abdullah

Submitted to Contest #233

Sitting amongst the dusty chairs and tables, sits a man, the mysterious man who lived at the top of a tower, bells clanging at every hour, in the middle of a congested city. This building was the tallest building, and no one dared enter it, as the stories from years, decades and centuries ago filled the walls and whispered horrors which made the light dim in one’s eyes, follow their back as they went home, lock their windows and doors, hide under the covers, and never, never and ever emerge again. Again &nbs...

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“An Easy Game ” by Zinat Abdullah

Submitted to Contest #232

12 people stood on the flanks of the cobblestones. Each on their own marble altar. All except one stood on their grave. The one who would walk, maybe hobble, or possibly stumble out of the door and embrace the natural light that the sun gave, bask in its warmth, and smile to its delight. Each one hoped that they would be the one and only person who would walk out alive. As the stone altars lowered, Catalina’s heart started off to the pace of the marching band, the beats becoming faster and faster, her heart almost shattering as t...

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